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[`mariposa]

ya tengo un amor... solo yo.
>>i already have a lover... just me.

slender limbs delicately balanced the creature over the uneven footing. cocoa colored tassles tossed gently in a passing breeze, mixing with the coffee colored hide in a whirlwind of earthtones. muted creamy hue peaked out from the bottom of her crania as her dial tilted heavenward. amber pools settled on a distant creature, not one of her species but of her naming, a butterfly. mariposa, she whispered and the creature took flight to the sky. a flash of orange wings and lovely things and it was gone. the small shadow no longer lingering over the green fields. quiero volar contigo.

anxious bodice shifted its weight from side to side, white hooves raising a bit in anticpation before settling uneasily. tightness was felt in her throat, constricting her breath for a brief moment before escaping in a pant. she had choked up so suddenly, but why she knew not. soft sigh escaped her vox as crania lowered at last. neck shook briefly and let tresses settle randomly along her nape as she attempted to flick away the thoughts that lurked behind her skull. hooves raised slowly as a gait began and eventually increased into a steady canter.

body ceased motion atop a grassy knoll, breeze caressing her hide once again and settling her tendrils in a whirlwind about her, framing her near flawless composition effortlessly. standing atop that knoll she was a shadow in the plateau beneath, a figurine standing still with the golden glow of sunshine englufing her and the colors of autumn blending beautifully with her coloration. the mare was a vixen no doubt, one with no need to try and be primp and proper but still sending that vibe. pride trickled down her spine as she stood there but it was slowly diminishing with each passing moment of loneliness. the wind whispered in her ears and told secrets of the impending twilight. deep sigh escaped her trapt as she stood there, staring into the sunset with a faint squint and watching for any approaching silhouette. nadie quiere ir, nadie quiere pasar al rato conmigo.

translations:

>>mariposa
butterfly
>>quiero volar contigo
i want to fly with you
>>nadie quiere ir, nadie quiere pasar al rato conmigo.
nobody wants to come, nobody wants to spend time with me
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ooc// this is:
-museless
-short
-forced
-ew
please forgive.

[Sashe]

A familiar place these lands where. Seeming as though there where bits and peices of the old still lingering. Back in the ages of the felines as they served as protection to the thriving terrians. Yes it was all gone. Desque, yes that was his old domain. At his right the loyal Eclipse, left the reunited Hannah. There was Ori, the stupid wench who so desired what she could never obtain, the ruling overlord of Lemorsea. Kemor. Silly fool, he was taken so easily. The musk that thrived along the gates of the battle ground still clung to the ebon flesh of Sashe, rythmic pounding carrieing the form across the darkened greens. Freezing winds left the soil hard, easily crumbeling benith the hooves of Sashe. Pearly gates flashed for a moment as the labriums curled tight many scents roaming the neighboring areas. The lifted pillar began to move foward, slicing through the dence black of the shadow. The sheen of the titanium to be sighted through the smog. Cords clinging to the thick bone and flesh of the rump snapped against the idle flank, a low weave of rumbles exiting the closed maw. The ped neared the geo, the arge lacerated, but the collection left unmarred. A deep exhail of carbon lifted into the teal survaylence camera dwelling above, occulie bearing no tale set foward. The left appendage sunk into the geo, the twin of the settled leaving its place in idle.

Rounding the bend he neared the clearing, loured by a particular scent. Familiar yet new. Chalky soild began to crumble as the weight of Sashe pressed against. Through the thick brush the mahogony one was sighted, a bod to the dial preformed as the ebon shaded Sashe emerged. Leggings began to pull him foward, dial swaying from side to side as the halloween themed leafs crunched rythmicly benithe the ebon flints. The pull stopped but feet before the coco shaded one, wordings falling from the agape trapt. "Greetings fae. May I ask, what is the calling pinned to your form? I am Sashe, ruler of Dalente. " He paused, cords rustled from the relentless winds. "Dalente is a fog covered region, moutionus. I was not the first ruler of this harem." A low chuckle sounded as he took a great liking to this. "The poor fellow allowed it to slip away so easily."


[sorry its done, I got distracted by other sites.

[Sashe]

Done

[`mariposa]

y siempre de las dias, estoy en un sueño...

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the chocolate colored femme stirred from her post atop the grassy knoll, wind toying with her mocha tresses and settling them wherever mother earth pleased. bitter cold brushed along the femme's peltage, shiver cast through her body for the countryside of her past was bitter, but not as brutal. flakes fell from the heavens now, grunt of irritation escaping the femme's mug as she peered heavenward. blinking a few times as the cold ice trickled from the heavens and into her amber pools, she snorted. it was only the beginning, the beginning of a long and merciless winter season. necesito encontrar otro porque este clima... no es simpático. sighing deeply, the femme grew anxious. how long would she be waiting here, shelterless and exposed? certainly there had to be someone nearby to nor so much court her as to provide her shelter for the winter months. yes, shelter was all she needed, but love was what she wanted.

time had passed in a neverending whirlwind of white noise, the flakes that still hadn't ceased dusting along her mocha body and forming a blanket much like an Appaloosa bore. smiling at the thought, she laughed at the possibility of switching species, even if for a day. the cold seemed to be getting harsher, estoy loca. raising a forehoof and striking the cold loam in irritation she fought the urge to lie down and fall into slumber. if it wasn't so cold, she would have done just that, but the fear of not awakening was not something she wished to be daunted with. moments after her hoof had struck the ground, it sounded as if many more of her limbs had fallen, echoing in the distance. no, the appendages were not that of this vixen, but the distant echo of nearing hoofbeats.

regaining composure was easier said then done, but she succeeded all the same, strength and warmth trickling throughout her veins even if just trickery. venga aquí, the femme thought as her gaze tried to bring the distant equine into focus. a brush of musk teased the inside of her nares, that scent of masculinity that could never be mistaken. soft smile caressed her cold outline, waiting for the creature to come into full focus as he soon stopped before her. gentle whicker escaping her vocals, breath escaping in a puff of white air. auds flickered to-and-fro, listening to his rich warm lyrics that seemed as if they'd melt the place if given the time. she was contented, he seemed to mean no threat, and was light-hearted, what she needed at the moment. curiosity struck her amber pools as he concluded all dialogue. she understood most of what he said, although his expression was not known to her not-native audits. shifting her weight subconciously, the vix began to sort out sayings in her mind, primero en español and then in english. sighing deeply with irritation, she raised her dial to meet his gaze.

"Lo siento señor... Aye, I am sorry." her words were heavily accented, Spanish-speaking tongue struggling to keep up with his thoughts and words in English. "I am not so good at English." she sighed, tail lashing gently at her sides, white flakes shrouding her in white before being tossed off with a shake of her bodice. Me llamo Mariposa, or Mari if you'd like... soy de España."[/i] the female cared not of her slips of spanish any longer, if she did she would never be able to speak to him or any other. "Please tell me Sashe," her tongue stumbled with the pronunciation, "What is... Dalente like?"



>>translations:
-y siempre de las dias, estoy en un sueño..
and every day, i am in a dream...
-necesito encontrar otro porque este clima... no es simpático
i need to meet another for this climate... it isn't nice.
-estoy loca
i'm crazy
-venga aquí
come here
-primero en español
first in spanish
-lo siento señor
i am sorry sir
-me llamo Mariposa
my name is butterfly (mariposa)
-soy de España
i am from Spain

ooc// done- sorry for the wait. see away board for details.[/center][/size]

[Fiction]

Fuera de la oscuridad, una luz vendrá.

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Appendages carried the stag forward with felicitous energy that defied the pressing cold that bore down on him in breaths of wind and flurries of miniscule snowflakes. Muscles rippled quietly beneath the wool of his thick pelt that was washed in tones of alabaster, coat still holding a heavenly appearance despite the lack of sallow sun that would generally offer abundant illumination. The sun had long since slipped beneath this current blanket of cotton clouds, brooding quietly behind the barricade where no eyes could see. The season was gloating in its victory over summer, singing to him through a dancing wind that seemed to laugh as it churned the snow into brief swirls that calmed to settle graciously on the barren arms of trees. Winter now held the earth firmly in its frigid grasp, grinning at him in the muted glow of albescent snow, whispering to him hurriedly in riddles carried loftily by the breeze. The wind was now arctic in temperature, curling loosely around his figure as stilts swept out in as dignified of a trot as he could manage considering the drifts of snow that had been created by the night before. His efforts were hampered by the endeavors of nature, movements leaving deep imprints to give proof of his passage. His rounded hooves nearly acted as small snowshoes, weight balanced evenly on their plate-like surfaces before the snow collapsed beneath the cumulative burden to leave depressions in a consistent pattern behind him. Despite the bleak outlook that was possessed by the land, the surrounding world was not all lifeless and void of color. Amidst the vegetation that had since shriveled and died with the passing of seasons also existed pine and evergreen trees. Their viridity gave brilliant life to the vicinity of the area, arranged over the earth in a stalwart sign of hope that defied the current bleakness, prevailing with blithe spirit over death's embrace. They were flocked in innocent white garments of snow, adorned with the aspect of winter that could be found beautiful as opposed to stark and fleeting. Every now and then the wind would find great amusement in sweeping the outstretched fan of branches so that the pressure caused heavy accumulations of snow to cascade gracelessly to the ground. One such mound managed to land directly on Fiction's back as he passed unknowingly beneath the welcoming branches of an evergreen, sending him bolting away from the offending strike in surprise. Once realization of his folly fell upon his mind, however, he lowered his nose so that it nearly brushed the snow in chagrin, ears flat against his skull in a show of irritation as breath exploded from his nostrils in an offended snort. His breath crystallized in the air for an instant, freezing for a brief moment before the vapors again sifted away into the atmosphere. Fiction paused his forward strides to provide himself enough time to shake the length of his body, grunting with displeasure as the light dusting of snow that had accumulated on his back was expelled from its lodging. His disturbed mane shook wildly about in accordance with his movements until he again stilled his body, the spray of tendrils falling in dishevelment about his neck. Satisfied, he continued his forward trudge, umber eyes now wandering the white wonderland for sign of life.

Although the thick fuzz of his coat protected him from the lashing cold, there was another kind of warmth that seemed to envelope him. A certain heat swept through his form, originating from a hidden source within the depths of spirit and spreading quietly through his veins. For the first time in what seemed like forever to his aged mind, he felt as if he might be loved. To him, it seemed that Melody had done the impossible. She had taken his broken form and mended the ruptures, placing the shattered pieces together again so that once more he had become something close to complete. His kind heart had swelled with her presence, emerging from the dark place to which it had traveled to again beat with a certain vivacity. He could almost forget those days of his past, allow them to slip through the snags of his memory that, when touched upon, brought him such pain that he was nearly forced to pause in grief. She gave him reason to look into the future and see something, anything existing there so that he might strive towards it with newfound purpose. He held a renewed sense of confidence within that had roused him from his gloom and given him reason to make this current trek to find another. To find a family. Yes, it is true that he held deep concern that the current malice of the elements might devour those mares who had no protection or home to shield them from the storm, but there was also that biting sense of hope that had grown so steadily within his mind. This sensation that had found grounds to exist allowed him to believe that there just might be a chance that not all fate prowling along the length of his chosen path was of abominable make. He did not feel like a walking plague that only brought boredom and sorrow to those whom he sought so desperately to love, but instead felt as if he might actually be something similar to good. If he could bring so much as a smile to the maw of any surrounding him without the immediate accompaniment of a following frown of annoyance or anger, provide them with some semblance of the joy that they all deserved, then maybe his life was worthwhile, just maybe he had a purpose. He could only hope that this sense of belonging might dwell forever within his soul, wishing desperately that for once, he might not be cast aside as some simple trinket that fades as the days slip slowly away into memory. Somehow, even despite the times he had been thrown away in disgust, he trusted. Optimism was like a drug to him now that must be consumed while hope was what currently kept this comforting warmth pumping resolutely through his veins as he tread across the mantle of snow. His desire to have a family, to trust a destiny that had thrown him willingly to the greedy fangs of wolves so many times before during the span of his life, had burned a way through the bleak despair so that light now shone upon the shadows of doubt. He had somehow found a path that permitted him to escape the sledge of his drear mentality and had now found a blossoming courage that gave energy to his padding hooves.

A smile crossed his maw for very little reason at all, certainly not a reaction caused in the least by the weather that seemed so determined to rip through his fur and freeze him to the very marrow of his bones. No, this smile was simply a reaction to the happiness that boiled within, escaping the confines of spirit and mind in an outward show of almost bliss tinged with the sadness of experience. He was so very content in the present, eyes genially searching the lands for a whisper of life. A sounding of lyrics caused his movements to slow as curious thoughts faded from his mind, replaced by interest as he attempted to locate the direction from which the sound had been issued. His auds swiveled atop his pate as he pinpointed the source of such voice, warm brown optics traveling over the various landscapes of snow. He alit upon the sight of two equine figures conversing with one another and immediately proceeded in their direction at a brisk walk. There was a certain spring to his step that spoke of confidence. When he had approached Melody before, his stance had been nearly tentative even despite the purpose Lucium had provided him, ushered along by the winds that had whirled pressingly about his figure. True, he had still appeared like the image of a lion with his practiced muscles stretched taut beneath his porcelain pelt, but that lion held a calmness that did not speak in the least of common strength or anger. That doubt that had previously existed was still wavering, but it had been quieted to a resolute stride that stretched with beauty and grace that was the opposite when compared to his previous short stride that had hinted of misgivings and anxiety. Nares distended as his senses searched for the scent of the two figures, leading him to discover that one was a stallion and the other a mare. Well, perhaps he had no luck here, already this fae was being courted by one who appeared strong with handsome features who could almost assuredly provide her with a home and warmth besides. But then his auds happened to catch the words that were formed by the mare's lips and his movements stopped dead as if he had been struck a painful blow. He stood there in something akin to shock, ears straining forward to catch the sound of her voice as his eyes roved her features. For one brief moment of pure intensity, he believed that he was staring at the image of Lorena, but this thought was soon to be soothed from his troubled mind as he noticed the variation of voice and build. No, this was not Lorena, but the similarity of coat color and the sounds that emerged from her parted maw had been enough to viciously halt his forward motion.

Rigidity slowly eased from his form as her lyrics washed over him like the water from a refreshing spring, a cooling salve that managed to spark the remembrance of the days of his youth. The words were burned within the confines of thought, spreading like a fire that began to reawaken memories of home and happiness, wrapping him up in a warm embrace of days that had long since passed away. He did nothing, only permitted the welcoming sounds that came to him with brilliant familiarity to enter his ears with wonder. Home. Thoughts came to him of those rolling fields of green, those sounds that whispered of his heritage seeming to cover him like a hot blanket of protection. Those words, they smiled at him, they told him everything was going to be alright. It was his heritage; it was Spanish. As soon as she had finished speaking in a mix of broken English and Spanish, a wave of excitement seemed to ripple like a wave throughout his body, sending a rush of exhilaration to the edges of his soul. Eyes were lit with a fervant light, thrill causing him nearly to quake for a brief moment before a roaring calm began to settle once more over his figure. He breathed deeply of the winter chill, allowing it to allay his sudden excitation so that he held some semblance of control. No, he was not going to go rushing to her and babbling. Both stallion and mare would think him a fool, but then again, perhaps he was a fool regardless. Thoughts settled briefly like the stilling of a dove's wings as it comes to rest on a perch, focus returning to him of the present. He found himself moving forward, placing those words in his mind so that he might respond in some fashion instead of blumbering in like the idiot he most certainly was. When he was within comfortable distance, he parted his own maw in the same language that she had been born to, lyrics pouring effortlessly from his lips. "Hola señorita... Lo es un placer de oír su voz." He smiled at her genuinely, eyes dancing with light. Briefly, he turned to the other stag and bobbed a greeting. "Hello there. I don't mean to intrude, but I overheard some of your conversation and you should know that she said her name is Mariposa, meaning butterfly, and that she is from Spain." His smile still shone as bright as ever, barely contained excitement present in his expression. He could care less if the stallion spoke or knew any Spanish, he was simply too excited to be speaking it again with someone who might understand it to care. Attention returned to the mare who called herself Mariposa. "Lo siento para no introducirme apropiadamente... Me llamo Fiction." He bowed his head slightly in greeting before continuing. "En respuesta a su pregunta, el dice que Dalente es cubierto en la niebla y es un terreno montañoso." He also found that he did not care overly much if she could understand English without his assistance. Well, he did, but he was so eager to translate and speak in his native tongue that he found his voice pouring unwarrented from his mouth. "El dice también que él no fue el primer gobernar Dalente. El dice que el gobernante previo lo permitió tenerlo." He was mollified once he was done speaking, suddenly taking into consideration that he had just barged in on their conversation and translated their words to one another without even being asked. He took a step backwards in near horror as the full weight of his actions came to rest on him. Perhaps he had been rude. Immediately he felt compelled to apologize. "Lo siento si he sido grosero. Si soy no deseado, saldré." He broke again into English for the sake of the stallion, Sashe, directing his glance towards the other stag. "I am sorry if I have been rude..." Gaze was again redirected towards Mari, crooked smile teasing the corners of his lips even despite the gravity of his current predicament. He could not help but smile at her. Maybe his head was filled with insanity with the presence of his native language, but he felt as if he shared something with her that was nearly priceless that went beyond location and language. No, there was just something about her that tugged at him. But of course, if he was unwanted, he would most certainly leave, even though the pain at such a thing might haunt him again as previous rejections had in the past. This one, perhaps more so than others. Ella habla mi idioma. The thought deliciously ruled his mind for the moment as he peered at her behind the lashes of bright, kind eyes. Patiently, he awaited her verdict.

Translations:

Fuera de la oscuridad, una luz vendrá.
-->Out of the darkness, a light will come.

Hola señorita... Lo es un placer de oír su voz.
--> Hello young lady ((or equivalent.. never really thought about what señorita meant before))... it is a pleasure to hear your voice.

Lo siento para no introducirme apropiadamente... Me llamo Fiction.
--> I am sorry for not introducing myself properly... My name is Fiction.

En respuesta a su pregunta, el dice que Dalente es cubierto en la niebla y es un terreno montañoso.
--> In response to your question, he says that Dalente is covered in fog and is a mountainous terrain.

El dice también que él no fue el primer gobernar Dalente. El dice que el gobernante previo lo permitió tenerlo.
--> He also says that he was not the first ruler of Dalente. He says that the previous ruler allowed him to have it.

Aye, lo siento si he sido grosero. Si soy no deseado, saldré.
--> I am sorry if I have been rude. If I am unwanted, I will leave.

Ella habla mi idioma.
--> She speaks my language.



ooc: Ewww... lame... icky. My muse took off without me and I had no idea where it was going. It was supposed to be different... *swats at stupid post* I am sorry for the retardness. And the lateness. And the Spanish grammar that I'm no good at. >.<

[`mariposa]

ooc// -claps- gorgeous post. i will post once Sashe does ^^

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[Fiction]

ooc: Well, looks like Sashe has lost his terra and is pretty much inactive so I'm guessing he's out? I have like the uber muse for Fiction right now so I guess I'm rather anxious to get this going.

[`mariposa]

ooc// ya, i agree. I've got 2 other posts to write but i'll be back tres soon! sorry for the wait luffy, I really thought Sashe would post...

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